by pbsartist | Mar 13, 2018 | OPENstudio
like the daffodils bursting yellow in the February frozen soil I can no longer be contained despite the solidity of force otherwise there is so much life breaking out~
by pbsartist | Mar 11, 2018 | Uncategorized
It just occurred to me it makes no difference that I’ve read it dozens of times it just occurred to me occurred to me ‘latin: to go meet’ it just occurred to me that when fear is let into my gut there is absolutely no room in there for the assurance...
by pbsartist | Mar 6, 2018 | Uncategorized
‘talking in ink to a pice of paper’ galway kinnell My God what have you made me! so small, so worthless, yet so obsessively driven to see warmth hit the heart of just one dear friend.
by pbsartist | Mar 4, 2018 | Uncategorized
The light has not yet lifted this dark from the walls from the space beyond the flickering candle flame There is shadow and grey mottling the shape of things in front of me I have been here before I am not frightened As I have been before There is no...
by pbsartist | Feb 27, 2018 | Uncategorized
Nearly gone I know that rising now-as it’s come to be termed- perhaps for the last time for days. I take it as whole nonetheless. it is this one day my allotment of hope.
